Paradise Lost
by TheHildur92
Summary: The brothers set out on what seems to be a regular hunt, yet it is the one that will change their lives and alter them irrevocably. This story will be several chapters and will be wincest, about how Dean and Sam first get together. It is set after season 1 but before season 2 begins. Please read and review.
1. Chapter 1

"_I believe I may have found our next hunt," my brother announces as he sits across from me in the diner booth. _

"_What is it?" I look up from my computer and gaze across the table at Dean, his rugged good looks surprising me like they always do. Wordlessly, he throws a paper across the table to me and I read the article he has marked in red pencil. "Some guy dies in an abandoned house. How is that our concern?"_

"_Because, college boy, he is the second man to die in that house in six months." _

"_Do not forget, genius, that the first rule of every hunter must be to rule out natural causes." _

"_Well, both men were young, so that rules out natural causes. And since both men were from different cultural backgrounds, it seems difficult to believe that we have a serial killer on our hands."_

"_Suicide?"_

_There is a grunt of annoyance from my brother. "No history of depression or suicidal tendencies. I know how to do my job, Sammy, despite what you might think."_

_My own anger flares at this comment. "Stop calling me Sammy, goddamn it. It is Sam."_

"_Bite the bullet, little brother. To me you will always be Sammy."_

_I am about to answer with some quip or another when the perky, blond waitress comes along bringing our orders of toast, eggs and bacon. The breakfast of the Winchesters. There are few people in the diner since it is early in the morning, but late enough that most people have gone to work. Except for us, who lead anything but a normal life the place is vacant except for two truckers having coffee in another booth. There was a time when I would have killed for it. But now I have returned, and the reason for this is sitting across from me, not lying in a churchyard as I have convinced him and myself of. _

_The thing is, you tell a lie often enough, it becomes the truth. _

_In typical Deanish fashion, __he smiles at her and then winks when she smiles back. I start on my food and try not to notice how my brother ogles the backside of the waitress when she walks away. _

_For some moments there is silence while we dig into the grub. Once the hunger has been sated for the most part, however, we can return to discussing the hunt ahead. These are the moments with him that I love the most. Still high from our last fight, the bloody knives we used still in the car, still dirty from burying the carcass, yet we are planning the next hunt. _

"_Tell me more," I urge him as I push away my half-eaten plate. _

"_The first victim was Thomas Sparks, a young man of African-American descent who was found in the house in question six months ago. They found him hanging from the ceiling, and the coroner assumed suicide."_

"_Like I stated before," I announced, feeling proud of myself._

"_Wait a minute, college boy. The coroner determined after he had finished the autopsy that Sparks had been dead two days before he was strung up."_

"_How do you know this?"_

_My brother shoved a mouthful of bacon into his mouth and then responded. "I hacked into the database of the M.E. I ain´t just a pretty face, Sammy." _

_I ignored the jibe."What about the second victim?"_

"_His name was Henry Deveraux. He was white and came from an affluent background, the exact opposite of our first victim. He was found in the same manner as Sparks, hanging from the rafters of the abandoned house. No traces of human contact was found, according to the coroner´s report. Therefore, we are either dealing with a cunning serial killer of young men..."_

"_...or an angry spirit," I finished for him as I stole some bacon from his plate and he tried in vain to stop me. He glared at me for a moment, but then continued to eat. After finishing, he pushed his plate away and I continued the conversation. _

"_So, what is the plan of attack?"_

_Dean reached into the backpocket of his jacket and pulled out his map, he indicated the location of the house with his forefinger. "It is five miles outside of this small village called Canterbury. I say that if we start out now, we can make it in five hours. To get into Canterbury we must pass the house, and I suggest we run inside and do a little IMF check. If the measurements go like I want them to, we can perform a simpe exorcism ceremony, sleep in the town tonight and be on a new hunt by tomorrow."_

_I nodded in consent. _

_The waitress came back to take our plates and my brother perked up suddenly. He eyed her breasts this time as she bent down to pick up the dishes, deliberately giving him an eyeful. She walked away, carefully swinging his hips, knowing as she did that he was watching her. _

_Dean arose from the table. "Now that we have settled business, I can go play."_

_He threw the keys to the car to me and I waited in the Impala while he banged the waitress in the alley behind the restaurant. _

_An hour later we were speeding down the highway, the shadows of the morning sun travelling restlessly through the interior of the car. Dean was wearing his shades and from time to time he would turn to me, pretending to be asleep in the passenger seat to avoid conversation. __Uncharacteristically__, my brother had not turned on the radio to levels that I sometimes feared would shatter my eardrums. _

_I nearly shouted aloud when my brother´s hand came to rest at the back of my neck. He did not stroke me, he simply allowed his hand to rest against my skin. I stiffened imperceptibly for a few moments, but then regained my equilibrium and continued to pretend to be asleep. _

_We stayed this way until we reached our destination. Neither of us mentioned it, but recognised it for what it was. _


	2. Chapter 2

_We reached the house late in the evening and we missed it, driving past the dirt road leading there two times before I realized with the help of a map where we should turn off the highway. _

_Late afternoon shadows played on the shining hood of the black car as we opened the trunk and armed ourselves with holy water and guns filled with salt. Being true Winchesters, we were prepared for every eventuality. _

_After this was done, we turned to the house itself, and frankly, I could not understand how such an __innocuous__ building could be so haunted. It was a grey two-story building made of stone surrounded by trees. In this light, it most certainly did not look imposing or __fear-provoking. As one, we stepped onto the porch in front of the house, and the old wood creaked something awful. My brother kicked down the double doors which had been bolted, and guns at the ready, glinting in the last rays of the sun, we entered the house. _

_As soon as we entered, however, an invisible force threw us back and before we knew it, we were flying through the air, over the porch and had landed in the dirt not too far from the car on our asses. The doors accordingly slammed shut._

_I looked over at my brother, raising an eyebrow. "A walk in the park , you said?"_

_It was clear that a new strategy had to be formulated. There was a presence in the house and more information had to be gathered before proceeding with the hunt. We therefore drove to the small village of Canterbury, as planned earlier, but instead of a night, we booked a room in the only inn for a week. After discussing the matter over takeout, it was decided that I would do some surfing on the web to try and find some information about the house and what might be the cause of the paranormal activity taking place there. Dean, on the other hand, would go out and speak to some of the locals, to try to discover the legends surrounding the house which may not have been recorded. We therefore parted ways. After two hours of research, my sleep deprivation took over and I decided to sleep until Dean returned._

_It was close to midnight when I stirred from my place in one of the single beds and sat up as my brother entered. He laid the salt lines and then came into the room. It was only when he came into the light of the lamp I had left on, that I noted he was incapable of walking in a straight line. _

"_Are you drunk?" I questioned Dean incredously. _

"_Yes, I believe I am," returned my brother. He collapsed onto the other bed and sat there motionless for a few moments before continuing. "Shall I tell you a secret, little brother?"_

"_Dean, you are drunk and incoherent. Speak to me of the matter when you wake in the morning." Without further ado, I turned around to lie on my side, facing away from him, a sign he should do the same. I expected he had passed out since I heard nothing for quite some time and I was on the verge of sleep once more when Dean spoke again._

"_I have been in love with the same person since before I can remember." _

_At his words, I turned on the bed to face him. "Tell me about her." The eagerness in my voice was painfully obvious._

_My brother gave a snort. "Who said the person in question was female?"_

_The confidence alone floored me and the surprise revelation astonished me even more. "But all the women…"_

"_They were just a bit of sport," my brother stated nonchalantly. "It is different with him." He waved his hand in the hair, effectively dismissing all the women he had slept with, many of whom would have been glad for more then a single night in the arms of Dean Winchester. I could have settled for far less then that. _

_It was the reality I had to confront every morning._

"_What makes it different?" I questioned, throwing off my comforter and sitting down on the edge of my own bed. I had changed earlier in the evening and was not wearing anything except pyjama bottoms. My mind wondered as to the identity of the man in question, seeing as we made few acquaintances and no friends on the road. Suddenly, a wave of jealousy washed over me and I vowed to keep my poise through the revelations which were sure to follow. _

_All traces of the alcohol now seemed gone from my brother and he answered with perfect composure. "I do not know, Sam," he growled. "You are asking me to describe with words something which cannot be explained. All I know is that it is."_

"_Have you told him of your feelings?"_

"_No, do you think that I should?" _

"_Yes." _

_My brother looked into my eyes with his inscrutabe gaze and then leaned forward to close the gap between us. Before I could react, his lips were on mine, and just as quickly he had pulled back. _

_Prior to him being able to question me, I arose from the bed, grabbed the car keys he had left on the table when coming in, and slammed the door behind me as I left. __A noise soon brought me back to the room and I peered through the curtains. My brother was sitting on the bed, his face hidden in his hands, weeping. I wanted nothing more then to go in and comfort him, but I did not. Instead, I turned and walked away, got into the Impala and turned on the engine. With pain in my heart, I drove into the night. _


	3. Chapter 3

_I drove like a maniac around the streets for quite some time, until I came to a small dirt road which led into the forest outside of town. I drove slowly until I came upon a clearing. There I went out of the car and walked around, watching the stars above, trying to make sense of what had happened earlier. _

_Truth be told, his revelation filled me with both wonder and dread. I had after all, been fighting the same feelings as he had for me for several years. It had been the reason I had left for Stanford in the first place, because I thought Dean would never return my sick and psychotic love. He couldn´t possibly feel the same way I did? _

_Yet, after all, he had kissed me, crossed the line. Fear flooded me at the realization that after this, there was no going back. From this moment on, everything was changed. It was what had kept me from revealing my feelings for Dean years ago. Well, that and the risk of being shot point-black by Dad in case he had ever found out. Now, Dean had been the one to intiate the fateful final step. We would never go back to being brothers._

_I went back to the Impala and lay down on the hood of the car, looking up at the stars. I had become the master of disguise at a very young age, lying to myself and those around me, pretending that the feelings that ran so deep in me did not exist. Yet, they were a part of me now, just like he was. Another foolish part of me had always believed that if I never acted on the emotion, that it would simply vanish. _

_No such luck!_

_I sighed as I realized that there was only one option open to me; I had to return and speak to Dean, try to resolve this in some way. I therefore arose, got back in the car and drove back to the inn._

_When I came in, Dean was lying in one of the beds, the room was dark. I walked up to his bed, reached out and touched his bare shoulder. "Dean?" I whispered through the darkness, not expecting an answer._

"_Go to bed, Sammy," came the reply, a commanding and irritated tone which I did not dare to disobey. I crawled into the other bed but sleep eluded me that night, as it did Dean. _

_I awoke at dawn the next morning, and looking over saw that Dean was finally fast asleep. I dressed and went to the coffee shop on the corner for some coffee and doughnuts, a necessary breakfast if you are a Winchester. I walked back in the beautiful morning sunshine, watching the kids play in the gardens, old men playing chess on the porch and women hanging out the laundry while a dog barked in the distance. I wondered at the fact how the world seemed the same, and yet for me, it never would be. There was within me a sense of petrifying loss and yet, terrifying sanity. While something was ending, perhaps at the same time, something else might begin?_

_When I reached the motel my brother was sitting at the table in the middle of the room, his face hidden in his hands. He looked up at my entrance and ran towards me, and when he came closer, it looked like he might embrace me, but he didn´t, stopping himself just in time. _

_Dean spoke first. "When I awoke and you were gone, I thought..." My brother could not even finish the sentence. _

"_I am not going anywhere, Dean," I responded, apparently perfectly calm as I shut and barred the door, afterwards taking a sip of my coffee before handing him his cup and the doughnuts. Dean went to place them on the table, then turned and leaning back against the table, crossed his arms and took me in. _

"_You are not disgusted or even surprised," he observed. It was as statement rather then a question and I could not help but smile. Nobody knew me better then him. _

"_I have known for a long time, Dean." As I spoke, I realized I had known for a long time. It was the reason he had come for me when Dad went missing. It had been the reason I had agreed to go, Dad had nothing to do with it. _

_My brother ran a hand through his shorn, dark locks. "I am sorry for last night, Sammy."_

_I raised an eyebrow. "Why should you be?"_

_Dean started pacing back and forth across the room in front of me. "Because I am sick, Sammy. I am supposed to protect you, like I have always done. But now, you need protection from me." He reiterated how sorry he was. _

"_I am not. Dean, don't be such a pussy and eat your doughnuts." At the mention of food, my brother stopped pacing and sat down to eat. I mimicked his action, taking the seat opposite his. _

_Dean kept gazing at me, as if he was trying to assess my next move, like a player does during a chess game. I, however, was giving nothing away and ate silently, despite his questioning gaze._

"_Where do we go from here?" he asked me once the coffee was cold and the doughnuts had disappeared. _

_I shrugged my shoulder as I gazed over at my brother. "I don't know."_

_He narrowed his eyes at me. "You aren't leaving?" _

"_No. Like I said, I am not going anywhere."_

_It took a moment for Dean to comprehend my response, but then he nodded in acceptance and a flicker of relief danced through his eyes. It was his worst fear, after all. Being abandoned. Me and Dad were the only thing that had ever mattered to him. Now he was gone and there was only me left. _

"_Look, we are on a job now, and that should take priority." _

_I could see the small ray of hope that had been burning in his eyes had now disappeared and they grew cold again. No doubt he feared that I would either leave after the hunt, or was using it as an excuse to delay the refusal of his offer of love. _

"_Yet," I added after a few moments of penetrating silence, "that does not mean we can´t discuss the matter once this is done."_

_The hope flying in the air had returned, this time stronger then before. _

"_Does this mean that perhaps...?" Dean never managed to finish his question, even though I knew what he was asking. He wanted to know if I could ever consider... _

_Dean´s phone rang, the inevitable rock tune assaulting our ears. He reached for it and answered._

"_Hello...Yes, of course I remember, it is good to hear from you...You have some information about the house...Can we meet now? Where are you?...Okay, I will see you there." My brother ended the call._

"_Who was that?" I wondered aloud, phrasing the question before I could stop myself. _

"_A guy, Tommy, that I met at the bar last night. He said he had some information on the case._

_As I sat there wondering who this guy could possibly be and whether I needed to be afraid of the competition, Dean arose from his chair and grabbed his leather jacket from the bed and the keys from the counter._

_When I did not follow because I did not know whether he wanted me to trail along, he turned in the doorway. "You coming, Sammy?"_

_I had to go behind enemy lines to discover the truth. As I hurried out the door after Dean, I prayed to God Tommy was over fifty with a bald head and so fat that he had not been able to see his dick for twenty years. _


	4. Chapter 4

_We entered the bar as the clock in the church tower across the street struck noon. At this hour, there were only two avid drinkers at the bar. Once my eyes grew used to the darkness, however, I noted a shadow sitting at a table in the corner of the room farthest from the door. __I followed Dean as he strode with a big grin on his face across the room and hugged a tall blond, man with the bluest eyes I had ever seen. _

_Dean never hugged anybody except me and the green snake of jealousy began to grow within me. _

_Tommy finally turned away from Dean and reached out his hand towards me. "You must be Sam?" he commented. _

_As a gesture of good faith, I had no choice but to reach out and shake his hand loosely. Dean had spoken to him about me? What exactly had he said?_

_We all sat down at the table already occupied by Tommy, me and Dean on one side and with him facing us. _

"_It is good to see you again, Dean," Tommy finally managed to break the awkward silence. _

"_You too," my brother added quietly. "You said you had some information about the house?"_

_Tommy reached down and grabbed a backpack from the floor. He opened it and pulled out some newspaper articles which he placed in front of my brother. Dean looked down at the stack of papers and lifted his eyes to Tommy, raising an eyebrow. "What is all this?"_

"_You were wondering about the story of the house. I believe I have found what you were looking for."_

_Dean pushed the stack in my direction and I began leafing through them._

"_What did you find?" asked my brother._

_The man across from him sent Dean a smile worthy of a toothpaste commercial. "In 1899 there was an older couple living in the house. They had only one child, a daughter named Amelia. Apparently they loved her and gave her every advantage. The father ran some kind of newspaper here in town and was all kinds of rich. When Amelia became eighteen in the spring of that year, she fell in love with a young man, Robert, who had been hired to look after the horses owned by the family."_

"_Let me guess," quipped my brother in his usual fashion. "All hell broke loose when the parents found out Amelia was getting cosy with the stableboy."_

"_Apparently, one night the father discovered the couple in the woods behind the house. He crept back to town and fetched some of his lackeys from the paper. The group of men found Amelia and Robert in the forest, they dragged him back and hung him from the rafters of the house."_

"_But why would they do such a thing?" I asked, outraged. This was the first time I had spoken since entering the bar. _

_Tommy shifted his gaze from Dean to me. "Because he was black, that's why." _

_As I looked down at one of the articles in my hand, the colour drained from my face. "They made her watch?"_

"_Yes, they did," returned Tommy. _

_I looked over at my brother who seemed little affected by the news. I knew, however, that when it came to Dean, appearances could be deceiving. I addressed my next remarks to him. "We are therefore either dealing with the ghost of Robert or Amelia, seeking revenge for past wrongs." _

"_I say, either way, we take no chances and burn both bodies."_

"_I say you will have trouble with Robert." My gaze lifted from Dean to Tommy. In my enthusiasm, I had forgotten he was even there. In a flash I realized he was not surprised by the turn that the conversation had taken. _

_I realized at once he had to be a hunter. That was why Dean had trusted him. And yet, Dean never trusted anybody, except me. What made this guy different?_

"_Why would you say that?" I returned. _

"_Because they took down the body, burned it at a crossroads to make sure nobody could ever visit the gravesite."_

_Dean arose and went to the bar. I took the opportunity to question Tommy whether he was a hunter, and he nodded in response. I wanted to ask how he had become one, but decided after a moment's thought not to question him further. After all, it was hardly a story worth the telling, was it?_

_Dean returned with two beers and put one in front of me before taking a big gulp of his own. _

"_Easy there, cowboy. You don't want a repetition of last night do you?" _

_Dean responded quickly to the quip made by Tommy. He winked at the man sitting across from us. "Perhaps I do."_

_At this comment, I could bear it no longer. I felt my fingers curl into fists so that I would not be tempted to hit the man across the table. Without speaking a word, I arose from my seat and walked out of the bar. I could hear footsteps behind me and my name being called, but somehow, I did not care. I kept on walking as fast as I could until I felt someone grab my coat. We were passing through an empty alley, so I had no qualms about pushing my brother up against the concrete wall. _

"_What the hell was that?" I hissed at him, angrier then words could express. _

"_I had to know," my brother returned._

_I let Dean go, my anger suddenly spent. After all, I could not blame him for using such underhanded tactics in order to discover the truth. Perhaps if I had been more forthcoming…_

_I was stopped from walking away by the sound of my name. "Sammy?"_

_I did not turn around. "I expect other people to mess with my head, Dean, but not you."_

_With that, I turned the corner and walked away._


	5. Chapter 5

_ Dean POV;_

_I returned to the motel room to find it empty and no sign of my brother anywhere. I had hoped to find him in order to patch up our differences. Seeing as he was not there, I had no option but to wait until he returned. Since Sam had a key, I decided I might just as well catch a few winks of sleep until he got back. I never slept much when we were on a job. _

_Shedding my clothes, except for a pair of black silk boxers,, I climbed into bed and was quickly fast asleep. _

_I was awakened by the warm body next to mine and regained __consciousness__ when the other body climbed on top of me, straddled me and then kissed me. I opened my eyes and met the eyes of my brother as he pulled away. _

_I peered at him through the darkness which had now descended, I must have slept longer then I thought. Sam looked etherally beautiful in the moonlight flowing in through the window and when he leaned down to kiss me again, I had no qualms about returning the gesture. _

_I only hesitated when I felt the alcohol on his breath, pulling away from his kiss.._

"_Are you throwing yourself at me drunk?"_

_Sam broke down some of my defences when he leaned down to nibble my ear. "You want me, don´t you? Does it matter if I am drunk?"_

_I rolled over so that Sam was below me and held his wrists with my arms. "It should not be like this," I stated._

"_Forget the fairytale romance, Dean and just fuck me already, will you?" To accentuate his words, my brother moved his thigh against my already hard member. Damn body for having its own remote control. _

_I took him at his word and leaned down to kiss Sam again. I released his hands and they found their way into my short cropped hair before they began exploring my back and the toned muscles there. The kisses which had at first been drawn out now became more heated and passionate when Sam slid his tongue into my mouth, making me groan a little at the gesture. _

_With a swift roll, he was on top once more, his kisses growing more demanding as my need grew. I almost came in my boxers when he bit down on a very sensitive spot on my neck and left a trail of kisses down my stomach. It was only when he reached my underwear and was about to pull them down, when I realized what he was doing; messing with my head like I had done his. _

_Faster then lightning, I pushed him off me, grabbed a pile of clothes and headed to the bathroom to dress. After pulling on jeans, a shirt, my boots and leather jacket, I came out and expected a confrontation but Sam was passed out on the bed. _

_I headed out the door and locked it securely behind me. It was raining but somehow, I didn´t care. My head was filled with Sam. When would we ever stop this vicious cycle of hurting? How many would lie dead in the battlefield before this was over? Would that include ourselves?_

_I walked for what seemed like an eternity, until I came unto a dirt road. I recognised it as the road which lead to the house. I walked down to it and was standing in front of the building when I heard a car in the distance and soon enough, the lights of the Impala illuminated both me and my surroundings. My brother got out of the car and stood beside me. _

"_We can´t do this, Sam, it is simply too difficult." My words cut the silence between us like a knife but did little to bridge the gap which now divided us. "If you want to leave, I will understand."_

_Sam nodded, threw me the carkeys and left without speaking a word, his long dark shadow disappearing down the road, no doubt to catch a ride back to the motel in order to gather his belongings. _

"_Fuck you, Sam," I whispered into the darkness, the anger within my own voice surprising me._

_I needed an outlet and I knew how to get one. I went to the trunk of the Impala and found two containers where I kept gasoline for my baby in case there were no gas stations in sight. I did not want to break down in the middle of nowhere if it could be avoided. Perhaps I was already stranded in a strange location without any means of escape. _

_I poured the gasoline all around the building, broke some of the windows and poured some of the liquid into the house. By now, this ghost, whoever the hell he was, had begun to really piss me off, and I decided to simply light the bugger up. It had worked before once, when dealing with a "haunted house." _

_After carefully finishing pouring the gasoline, I poured a trail away from the house down the road to where the Impala was standing at a safe distance. I then grabbed my lighter and fired up the sucker. _

_I sat in the car and watched as the flames engulfed the house. Somehow, or another, I fell asleep while watching the destruction in front of me. My last thought before closing my eyes was that I was reducing other things to flames then the house. _

_I awoke at dawn, yawned and stretched out, my body stiff rigid from sleeping in the same position all night. It was nothing I had not done before, however. I got out of the car, and sleepily rubbed at my eyes before noticing that there was no pervading smell in the air, the thick cloudy one which suffocates you like it almost did me the day our house burned down. The day my relationship with Sam changed forever. _

_I had rub my eyes twice before the sight in front of me registered. There stood the house, like it did the first time I saw it. There was no sign of the fire. _


	6. Chapter 6

_When I entered the motel room that morning, I half-expected Sam to already be gone, and had tried to prepare myself for such an occurrence, to no avail. He had not left, but was packing the last of his belongings into a duffelbag, in the Winchester style. _

_I stood in the middle of the room for quite some time, not able to give voice to my thoughts. Sam finished packing, closed the suitcase and then turned to me. I was the first to break the silence. "Where will you go?"_

_My brother shrugged. "Does it matter?"_

"_It matters to me. You promised you wouldn´t leave!" The accusation crept into my voice without me planning to do so. _

"_We can´t go on like this, Dean. All we ever do is hurt each other."_

"_And what if we could..." I did not manage to finish the sentence before there was a knock at the door. Sammy was immediately prepared, gun at the ready he crept to the door and gazed through the peephole. When he walked away from the door, went into the bathroom and locked the door, my curiosity was raised. When I peeked through the hole and saw that it was Tommy, I opened the door. He was out of breath and visibly upset. _

"_You should come right now," he implored as he headed towards the Impala. I grabbed my keys and shouted for Sam to follow me, which he did, albeit reluctantly. _

_We drove according to the directions of Tommy towards the house once again, except now the silence which usually pervaded the place was broken by sirens and people standing on the side of the road and on the dirtroad which lead to the house. We parked by the interstate and walked down the dirtroad, but were soon enough stopped by yellow police tape not too far from the house. The three of us made our way through the crowds to the front to see a body in a white bag being wheeled out to an ambulance on stretchers. _

"_What happened?" I asked the pretty young blonde next to me. _

"_Some guy hung himself in that abandoned house," was the reply I received. _

_Tommy walked away back down the road, I sent Sam a look filled with meaning. "Don´t leave yet, Sammy. I can´t solve the case without you."_

_I need you._

"_Fine," responded my brother, looking down at me. "I will stay, but once the case is done, I am gone." _


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